Daozun and I turned the enemy into gay[Jian San]

The smile on Shu Yao's lips was like a glass cup being overturned in an instant, and the wine contained in it gurgled all over the floor and disappeared into nothingness.

What Wan Chuanhe said was no longer a question of Shu Yao's belief in Wan Chuanhe.

The Ziwei Secret Realm is an unshakable holy place in the hearts of practitioners of all ages, because of the twelve formations in the center of the secret realm.

Passing through the twelve formations smoothly, he can raise his cultivation base by a whole level, he can transform his soul into a god, transform his god into a Mahayana, and even——

In the eyes of practitioners, it is equivalent to the transcending calamity of flying immortals and gods.

Its upside-down is like a sparrow turning into a phoenix.

The prestige of the twelve formations in the Ziwei Secret Realm has accumulated over time, not to mention Shu Yao alone, even if it is one or two generations, it will never be easily shaken.

Shu Yao pondered for a moment, and said every word from his heart: "You know, I believe you."

Wan Chuan and Yi pine between eyebrows.

He was so moved by Shu Yao's trust that he forgot the old hatred of being forcibly silenced in the past few days and being given the name Three Swords.

Without waiting for Wan Chuanhe to say something, he listened to Shu Yao's heart and lungs: "After all, I don't really care whether I can break through to cross the catastrophe. Anyway, the life span of this little cultivation base in front of me is enough for me to live, and the combat power is also enough." It's enough for me to teach Xuetian and the others to be good people."

He obviously said this in a contented and happy tone, and the arrogance of "the second is my boss" made Wan Chuan and the bridge of his nose crooked in anger.

Sometimes when I think about it, it's not unreasonable for Mo Xiu not to like Shu Yao.

They have very perverse personalities, how can they tolerate someone who is more perverted and conceited than them to override their heads and say what they say?

Especially under his restricted jurisdiction, they are hindered everywhere and extremely restrained.

No wonder all kinds of rumors about him are always the ones that fly the fastest and spread the most.

He only dared to slander Shu Yao in rumors.

Wan Chuanhe was in a daze for a while, and then heard Shu Yaoqing sincerely cherish their past brotherhood: "Especially I know Chuan and you, and it would be very difficult for you to make up a shocking rumor about the twelve formations of the Ziwei Secret Realm." It's hard for you."

Wan Chuanhe didn't simply twist his nose in anger at this time.

He was so angry that he even tilted the knife, wishing he could get it out of the sheath immediately.

Then hack Shu Yao to death.

Fortunately, Shu Yao did not continue to make any comments on his resourcefulness, but instead said seriously:

"You said that the twelve formations are not allowed to enter, at least you have to tell me the reason why it cannot be entered. Otherwise, I don't care about crossing the robbery, and I am willing to believe you. Others may not think the same as me. If the twelve formations are really not suitable for entering, it is always You can't just watch them jump into the fire pit, you have to know the whole story before you can make a decision."

Wan Chuanhe sized Shu Yao up and down several times.

Just when Shu Yao thought he was making such a crucial decision and revealing such a secret——

Wan Chuanhe asked him solemnly: "Shu Yao, we are friends of Chen Nian, tell me the truth."

Infected by his attitude, Shu Yao also solemnly said: "Just say what you know, and you can say everything you know."

Wan Chuanhe finally asked the doubt that had been lingering in his heart for a long time: "Do you have a twin brother with the same father and the same mother who is exactly the same, and is currently standing in front of me and talking to me?"

"..."

There was no wavering in Shu Yao's heart.

He even believed a few steps more in the matter of Ziwei Secret Realm.

To Wan Chuanhe's level of being a man, if he can cooperate with Gu Sha to fabricate a series of shocking conspiracies.

Shu Yao didn't believe it.

Wan Chuanhe observed the words and expressions, and smoothed things out with a dry laugh: "I never thought that Shu Yao would be such a kind-hearted person. It was because I misunderstood you earlier that I thought you had an identical twin brother."

Shu Yao said: "I have always cherished the common people."

Wan Chuanhe looked at him in shock, as if surprised that someone was so brazen.

Shu Yao lowered his eyes to look at the sword, and smiled: "Gusha can't be counted."

Wan Chuanhe was speechless for a long time, but he managed to force out a sentence: "Then you and Daoist are quite a match."

A miracle happened.

Wan Chuanhe witnessed with his own eyes that Shu Yao, who was moody one moment and shrouded him in the shadow of a cold voice, raised his eyebrows the next moment.

When the tip of his eyebrows was raised, there was a sporadic smile in his eyes, like the floating waves of spring water, the misty water vapor puffed up a layer, softening the sharp and sharp eyebrows much.

Like the ink willow cut by the spring breeze, I am happy to see it.

"I'll borrow your good words, I'll borrow your good words."

The time to speak is hard-won, Wan Chuanhe decides to cherish it.

He put it succinctly: "We're looking for a place where there are few people to talk. There are many Mahayanas here, and the sound transmission is a bit unreliable."

During the exchange of words between Shu Yao and Wan Chuanhe, the immortals and demons were also shooting openly and secretly, and the waves were ups and downs.

Originally, all the disciples were in high spirits and were ready to fight.

Just wait for the people in the magic way to speak, and then push them back.

Hated to the point of bruising, and skeptical about life.

Let Mo Dao see, the disciples of the Six Sects of the Immortal Dao, the first disciple of Dao Zun, are not those who can easily slander and splash dirty water with just a few words.

To the surprise of the disciples, under the restraint of Xuetian, no one dared to speak out even though Moxiu was full of doubts.

They whispered voice transmission: "Could it be that I have misidentified the wrong person? Impossible, how can people be mistaken for a character like Tanlangshi?"

Another magician changed the angle and said calmly:

"However, a character like Greedy Wolf Envoy is willing to lower his status and become Wei Heng's junior?"

Even if the other party is Dao Zun?

They looked at each other two by two, and both of them felt that what the other said was reasonable, but neither of them could convince the other.

At this time, an intermediate mediator is needed to shine and play a role.

A third magician joined the conversation.

He carefully looked around his eyes, and then mysteriously took out a book from his arms, as if he was holding some amazing secret history of exercises: "What the two fellow Taoists said is indeed reasonable, maybe after reading this book, Fellow Daoist’s doubts can be easily resolved.”

The Secret History of Xuanshan.

Let Xuetian sharpen his eyes and glimpse the four large characters on the cover.

This made him frown, and he inevitably had a bad feeling in his heart.

After all...the author of the secret history of Xuanshan and the secret history of Kunyi...

It seems to be the same person.

So Xuetian couldn't help being distracted, and paid more attention to the dynamics in the venue.

He heard the younger generation with righteous ways whispering, "It's strange this time, how could the Demon Venerable let go so easily? I remember that when I went to the Demon Palace, the Demon Venerable stalked me all kinds of ways and refused to give up."

"Fellow Daoist is saying that Mozun secretly fell in love with Greedy Wolf Envoy, but couldn't ask for it, so he had no choice but to stalk Daoist Venerable's first disciple, who looked somewhat similar to Greedy Wolf Envoy, in vain attempt to snatch it?"

No matter whether it is Qi-refining Mahayana or sword cultivation, for them, gossip is never out of date.

Especially the gossip about big figures such as the Demon Lord Greedy Wolf, mixed with robbery, beauty substitutes and many other exciting gossips——

He couldn't stop once he said it.

As if looking for a bosom friend, the disciple kept nodding his head and said, "That's right! That's the time!"

Another disciple who spoke was thoughtful: "It's not that I said something on purpose, it's just that the news from fellow daoists may be a bit behind."

When he flipped his wrist, a book that had obviously been read many times over and over again, with a slightly old secret history of Kunyi on the cover, suddenly appeared:

"Fellow Daoist may need to read this book."

"I think that the reason why the Demon Venerable let go so easily this time may be because he and the Seven Killers have gone through hardships and cultivated a positive result. They know how to take pity on the person in front of them and let go of Bai Yueguang."

"I see!"

The disciple suddenly realized, with a look of admiration.

He always felt that something was missing, and after digging around, he pulled out a person with a particularly low sense of existence in Sha Po Lang and Mo Zun Gui Chao:

"Where is the broken army envoy?"

The disciple who held the secret history of Kunyi was also dumbfounded.

He thought for a while, and pulled Lang forcefully: "I heard that the Pojun Envoy and the Tanlang Envoy met each other young men, and they have a very close friendship. Maybe they are together."

As soon as the disciple said the words, he suddenly felt a chill all over his body.

Po Jun quietly withdrew his gaze.

Can you stop dragging him into this mess of shit?

He can hear it, but can't the Taoist priest hear it?

Coincidentally, the Lord of the Seventh Region also heard it.

He listened word by word, and the more he listened, the more confused he became, and the more he listened, the less he understood.

The accumulation of layers of confusion was thick enough to crush the Lord of the Seven Regions, making him let go of his pride and reserve, and sincerely asked the Lord of the Upside Down Mountain: "You immortal disciples, what are you talking about?"

Why does he feel that he and they live in a different world, and do not speak the same language?

The owner of the inverted mountain silently looked away.

His voice was still cold and chilling: "The junior speaks nonsense, how would I know?"

Seeing that the Lord of the Seventh Region nodded in agreement and stopped pursuing him to ask questions, the Lord of Daoxuan Mountain heaved a sigh of relief.

He really didn't know how to face Moxiu, and told him that he had been brainwashed one after another by Xuan Hefengzhu and others, and was forced to make up for the recent gossip.

Thanks to Xuanshan's master sword qi for suppressing the place, Xue Tian's mind, which was muddled by anger, understood the current situation, and resisted not to pull out the sudden snow on earth.

He just felt that he didn't want to stay any longer.

Without the interest of going back and forth with the head of Xuanshan and using clichés, Let Xue explained the whole thing neatly:

"The reason why I chose this mountain range to meet the people of the demonic way is that I have the same thoughts as Dao Zun. I chose the most convenient shortcut. It just happened to bump into someone in the immortal way."

"Ming people don't talk dark words. The twelve formations of the Ziwei Secret Realm are very important. I have no intention to compete with Xiandao at this time, and I will hurt myself. Let's say goodbye first."

When Xue Tian and Qi Sha led people down the mountain, they looked at each other tacitly, and their eyes were full of gratitude for their escape.

For the first time, they felt that the air at the foot of the mountain was so fresh and free.

The long river at the foot of the mountain looks cleaner and clearer than it looks at the top of the mountain.

Leaving the head Xuanshan, who had the same idea as Ren Xuetian, to stay where he was, and said strangely: "The last time the Demon Lord met in the Demon Palace, he was procrastinating. How can he be so forthright this time?"

After thinking about it, he sighed: "Sure enough, the love for Tanlangshi misleads people, and it's not an exaggeration to say that it can change people's temperament drastically."

The head of Xuanshan was so frightened that he hugged his sword tightly, as if hugging the sustenance of his life.

******

Following the setting up of multiple sound-proof circles, Wan Chuan and Zhang Kou said directly: "Have you ever thought about the impact that Ziwei Star will have when it comes to the world decades earlier?"

Shu Yao said honestly, "I haven't thought about it."

He's always been very self-aware.

A sword cultivator must have the consciousness of a sword cultivator, and don't interfere with irrelevant things to grab Jiang Yunya's job.

Wan Chuanhe made an analogy: "Ziweixing comes to the world once every hundred years, and the rest absorb the aura of heaven and earth to supplement his body. This time, he came to the world early, probably like a workman rushing to work after eating half of his meal. Of course you can’t move bricks.”

Shu Yao: "It makes sense."

Wan Chuanhe: "The secret realm that can only be entered by Mahayana is mixed with all the practitioners above Jindan, which shows that Ziweixing is exhausted."

Shu Yao was a little unbelievable: "Since it's exhausted, no one put a knife on its neck to force it to come out decades earlier? Can't it absorb the aura of heaven and earth?"

In fact, this is also what Jiang Yunya, the dean of the academy and others are saying.

They had some guesses about the reason for Ziweixing's hasty appearance.

The only thing I didn't expect was that the situation had gotten so bad.

Wan Chuanhe sighed heavily: "That's why it is difficult to even maintain the secret realm, let alone the twelve formations. You must know that all the auras of the twelve formations come from connecting the heaven and the earth through the Ziwei star."

"Ziwei Xing's strength is insufficient. The twelve formations could have raised a whole large realm, but now it can be raised to a small realm at most. And the only chance to go to the twelve formations is this time."

Therefore, young talents such as the chief of the Six Sects mostly come here to take a look at the flowers and see what the Ziwei Secret Realm looks like, so that they can fully prepare themselves in the future.

The ones who really planned to go through the twelve formations were either Wei Heng letting Xuetian, or practitioners who knew that it would be very difficult to break through to the next level with their own strength, and wanted to try their luck.

Shu Yao said, "I understand."

As for how Wan Chuanhe learned about what he had experienced in the Ziwei secret realm, which led to the news that he could walk through twelve formations with his hand, it was after Shu Yao met Yin Changyan that he remembered that he had forgotten I asked Wan Chuanhe about it.

Yin Changyan saw that he was not as free and easy as usual, he hesitated, and said to Ai Ai: "Junior Brother Shu, after hearing about your happy event, even though bad people should be beaten for good things, I think I should tell you. ",

However, Shu Yao has already seen the corner of Xuanshan Secret History that Yin Changyan is holding in his hand.

He understood why it was Huaishuangjian who accompanied Changyan, not Gu Chibi.

It is estimated that Gu Chi knows everything well and thinks it is embarrassing to lead a long smoke.

Shu Yao took the lead from Yin Changyan, and said earnestly: "Brother Yin, I know everything about it, I know about the secret history of Xuanshan Mountain, and I also know about the ups and downs outside. Brother, don't worry too much , Advise me to think carefully about one or two things."

He was in a good mood recently, looking at Yin Changyan's face, he kindly kept a sentence, "I also know that you have a part in the secret history of Xuanshan."

But it was enough to distract Changyan for a while.

He couldn't speak out about other people's feelings.

So Yin Changyan changed to a novel angle: "I have a friendship with Junior Brother Shu, and Junior Brother Shu is about to become the Daoist Companion."

He excitedly started to look forward to it: "Does it mean that my seniority will be in the immortal way, suddenly a generation higher?"

Huai Shuangjian wiped his sword with his head down, without raising his head, he said, "I think you should calm down a bit, and change your name to Junior Brother Shu."

Citing Changyan: "..."

Huai Shuangjian finally freed up a hand like a charity, and waved his finger.

Even though the trees were chaotic, Yin Changyan could still clearly make out the figure of his master, who was as tall and straight as a sword.

Huai Shuangjian's tone was flat: "Otherwise, do you want to be hanged up and beaten by the Master of the Upside Down Mountain, or just avoid being hanged up and beaten and expelled from the division?"

The distance of tens of feet does not lessen the awe of the long smoke.

He shuddered, resolutely and quickly: "Thank you, Senior Sister Huai, for reminding me! I will definitely treat Master Shu as an elder in the future."

I will never do it again, the daydream of being on the same level as my master.

"Heng, have you ever thought about how Ziwei Xing came to this world early?"

Shu Yao walked to Wei Heng's side, transmitted his voice to him, and he finished the whole thing very quickly:

"Ziweixing appeared in advance, and the secret realm accommodates more than Mahayana, which shows that Ziweixing really lacks aura to control the entire secret realm freely. In this way, the twelve formations driven by it will inevitably have some shortcomings."

Shu Yao wanted to persuade Wei Heng to come back to the secret realm after a hundred years.

For their Mahayana, a hundred years is not such a long period of time, but it is by no means a short span of time.

Especially for Wei Heng.

He broke through the Mahayana 300 years ago, with the sun and the moon shining in his hands, he was already the undisputed number one in the immortal way. After the dust settled on killing the demon species and seriously injuring the demon venerable 200 years ago——

No one can shake him from the throne of number one in the world.

Wei Heng had never entered the Ziwei Secret Realm before.

Obviously, it is to sharpen one's own realm, and to break through the tribulation in one fell swoop after reaching the peak, Fang waited for this Ziwei Secret Realm.

And Rang Xuetian is also full of ambitions for the realm of crossing the catastrophe.

If the target hadn't been Wei Heng, Shu Yao felt that what he said was like an undercover agent lurking in the fairy world, and finally couldn't hold back his fox tail and ulterior motives at the last critical moment.

But the target is Wei Heng.

He is someone who can be trusted and sincere.

So Shu Yao also spoke recklessly.

"Don't worry, I didn't intend to enter the twelve formations this time."

Wei Heng suddenly realized that since he entered the secret realm, he was either busy looking for Shu Yao, or coaxing him after he found Shu Yao, and even forgot to explain to Shu Yao the extremely important things in the Ziwei secret realm.

"As I said last time in the Demon Palace, my chance is not in the Mysterious Realm of Ziwei."

Those words were not entirely used to comfort Shu Yao and reassure him.

When Wei Heng faced Ren Xuetian's pressing approach, his indifference and indifference was not just because he did a good job of nourishing his energy.

But the Ziwei secret realm is real, and to him, it is insignificant.

"My chance is yours."

When Wei Heng was introspective and wanted to take advantage of this conversation to tell Shu Yao the whole thing, he was hastily interrupted by Shu Yao.

Shu Yao never thought that what he was waiting for would be such a sentence.

He believed in Wei Heng.

He knew that Wei Heng also believed in him.

With this trust, when Shu Yao mentioned Ziweixing, his mentality was as usual, and his tone was very stable, without unnecessary worries about gains and losses.

But the difference between "I believe in you" and "my chance is in you" still lifted Shu Yao to the clouds.

He was not used to the difference in severity there, he was at a loss rarely seen in his life, and panicked.

Shu Yao couldn't even think of what to say in response.

All the words that came out of him were rejected by him sentence by sentence.

Too flirty, too greasy.

As a result of his panic, Shu Yao sold Yinchangyan on the way: "After I talked with Wan Chuanhe, I came back and met Yinchangyan and Huaishuangjian. He seemed to want to tell the secret history of Xuanshan Show me, and persuade me not to step into the pit of fire."

Yin Changyan, who was kept in the dark, did not know that the second Secret History of Kunyi was written by Shu Yao.

What's more, he was sold to Dao Zun by his weak doctor, Junior Brother Shu.

After speaking, Shu Yao was so annoyed that she wanted to hit her head.

He didn't think that this sentence was much better than what he thought before.

He heard Wei Heng's voice condensed, like a thin layer of frost on the pine needles in autumn: "After the Ziwei Secret Realm, Yinchangyan and Huaishuangjian should both come to the Taoist platform."

Shu Yao seemed to understand Wei Hengqiu's meaning of settling accounts, and laughed in his arms.

Laughter dilutes the embarrassment.

Shu Yao raised his head, and asked jokingly, "Could it be that Dao Zun wants to avenge his private revenge publicly, aggravate their studies and take private revenge?"

Wei Heng was noncommittal: "If you want to come to the senior brother and the master of the inverted mountain, I don't want to see them immerse themselves too much in nothingness."

Shu Yao's remaining sympathy made him help Yin Changyan to say: "I wrote the secret history of Kunyi, Ah Heng, you don't want to make your studies harder?"

He raised his eyelashes, and the sparkling starlight in his black eyes flickered, "If you don't make it worse, I will definitely stay with you in Xuanshan."

"If you make it worse—"

Also reluctant to leave.

Shu Yao deliberately paused, and found a good reason for himself, "I'm definitely going to be in Xuanshan too. After all, I haven't tasted the taste of schoolwork in 300 years."

"By the way, where's Gu Chibi? Is she also studying at the Taoist Forum?"

Wei Heng said: "She doesn't count, let's wait until she writes the second Secret History of Xuanshan Mountain."

The secret history of Xuanshan that says it will have a happy and sweet ending.

This time Shu Yao really laughed so hard that his spine trembled and he couldn't restrain himself.

******

After confirming that the number of people was safe, they took a short rest and set off to the direction of the twelve formations.

There are many Mahayanas who have opened the way, of course they have overcome obstacles all the way without encountering setbacks.

Under the smooth surface, it is inevitable that a small dark wave will arise.

For example, the two summoning talismans received by the owner of the inverted mountain.

The first one is from Abbot Jiekong, and the second one is from Rang Xuetian.

The first one told him that Shu Yao was the envoy of the Greedy Wolf, and the latter one still told him that Shu Yao was the envoy of the Greedy Wolf.

The first one invited him to participate in the grand event of exterminating demons, and the latter one also invited him to participate in the grand event of exterminating demons.

Seeing that the fire in Daoxuan Shanzhu's heart became more and more blazing, it made him sneer twice.

Those who are all empty abbots, immortals and demons, can still understand one or two.

What kind of trouble did the Demon Lord invite him to slay demons?

Do you beat yourself up?

Oh no, Abbot Jiekong doesn't quite understand it either.

Liudao Temple has lived in seclusion for thousands of years, so how come his generation is passionate about eliminating demons?

The owner of the inverted mountain believes that his heart is like a sword.

This is not the reason why others can use him as a swordsman.

He stared at the two communication talismans for a while with a gloomy expression, and then without hesitation, he raised his hand and tore them to pieces with a "click".

******

In Liudao Temple, the little novice monk looked at the empty meditation room, scratched his head in confusion, and said to himself: "When I come to clean the temple these days, are the head masters all reciting scriptures and practicing in the quiet room?"

Otherwise, it would be empty and no one could be seen.

The little novice felt admiration from the bottom of his heart.

The head is worthy of being the head.

Just talking about the diligence of chanting and practicing is not comparable to myself who fished for three days and dried the net for two days.

After cleaning around the room, he fixed his eyes on a closed book on the desk.

Blue leather cover, snow-white rice paper, the words are freely swayed, and the round Tibetan front:

The Secret History of Xuanshan.